Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2008 09:12:03 -0500
From: carl_mason@verizon.net
Subject: DENNY LAWRENCE - 3

DENNY LAWRENCE - 3


Copyright 2008 by Carl Mason

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places, "Denny Lawrence" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to actual
events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  As
in real life, sexual themes unfold gradually.  Comments on the story are
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 3

(Revisiting Chapter 2)

"Well, it's a little early in your program, Denny, but I'm thinking
seriously of a Personal Assistant' assignment."  Trying to contain himself
- but not quite succeeding - the boy sputtered, "Don't be concerned, Boss.
You say it, I do it.  I know it's an assignment like all others - and I
realize that you'll be as hard-nosed as all get out in your evaluation.
Bring it on, Boss!"  Mahan looked at him without smiling.  Finally, he
murmured, "It's a difficult assignment for several reasons, youngster, but
ok...  We'll give it a try."

(Continuing Our Story - Isla de los Caballitos de Mar)

The flight into Nassau had been exciting enough, but as the motorboat
neared the small island set in a turquoise sea, Denny was beside himself.
"Isla de los Caballitos de Mar," Pat whispered as they approached the small
dock, "Island of the Sea Horses, how I love you."  "Oh, man, it's
beautiful, sir!" gasped the lad.  "That it is, Big Guy.  Ok, let's get this
gear up to the house."  "What house, sir?" Denny asked.  "Can't see it from
the sea," Pat chuckled.  "As soon as you pass that blazed palm tree, you'll
see it."

As the men struggled up the wooden stairs of the beautiful old island
residence, they realized how hot it was once you got off the water.  In any
case, Pat soon turned on the ceiling fans which quickly made things a lot
more tolerable.  As they relaxed in the wicker chairs on the veranda, the
boy suddenly appeared with a cool drink for his mentor.  "Ummmmm," he
murmured appreciatively.  "What's that?"  "A little island concoction that
my folks used to make for their friends."  "You've been down here before,
Denny?"  "Nope.  They never wanted me around, but I watched them making
this drink at home - and you had the makings in the liquor cabinet."
"Delicious!  Thanks!" Pat responded.  "Your folks were always like that?"
he asked cautiously.  "Yep," the boy answered, "always.  I never did figure
out why they hated me."  "I can't think of a worse mistake," Pat growled.
"A mistake?" Denny asked, confused.  "Yep," Pat replied. "They had a
fantastic young man in their own home, a SON filled with love, with
intelligence, and with promise - and they didn't see what they had.
Sad...tragic...  almost criminal."  In response to his gesture, Denny came
over to Pat's chair and knelt down beside it.  Pat's hand gently brushed
away the tears that were flowing down the boy's cheeks.  As the youngster
held Pat's hand to his face, the man whispered, "I'm honored that I have
the opportunity to get to know him and to help him become the fine man that
he's destined to be."

Under no deadlines, Pat slowly filled Denny in on the history of the little
island and how he had come to own it.  "Something of a pirates' cay, I
suspect," he chortled.  "Don't be surprised if you kick up a skull or a
sword as you bang around.  Come on, let's take a look!  Oops!  I almost
forgot, Denny," he barked in a pseudo-gruff voice. "There's a tradition
around here.  Personal assistants don't wear clothes until they've earned
them!"  Hesitating not a second, the dark blond haired youngster cast off
his shirt, shorts, and sandals and came to attention.  "Ready for your
orders, SIR!" he barked in return.

Pat looked at him for a moment - and promptly forgot all about the island
inspection!  The young athlete was spectacular!  Standing about six feet
and weighing perhaps 170 pounds (for he was heavy boned, as well as
muscular for his age), his hair was dark blond, curly and thick.  His
distinctive emerald green eyes sparkled with the vitality of youth.  His
body showed only a dusting of the same dark blond hair above his cock, on
his calves, and under his arms.  His muscled ass was straight out of a
Greek sculptor's imagination...ivory, without one visible flaw, hairless
melon cheeks that curved sensuously into the proverbial "bubble butt" cleft
before flowing into long, muscled thighs and powerful calves.

His thick, defined torso was distinguished by powerful pecs crowned with
pinkish nipples in the center of darker aureolas.  The young man's
shoulders were wide; his lats flared distinctively.  His torso was hard as
a rock and rippled with muscle, his small belly button receding into that
muscled flesh.  Denny's biceps were heavy masses of muscle set in
well-developed arms, hard even when not flexed.  His skin - browned above
and below the shorts line, pale and silken where it had been covered -
appeared to be stretched tautly over his muscles.  Even it repose, it
projected a soft luminosity, as if fashioned from the finest marble.

The boy's cock wasn't huge by any standard, only seven uncut inches when
hard erect, but it was thick and beautifully shaped.  When he sported a
hard-on, the lovely light- colored piece of meat stood proudly erect,
anchored firmly against his lower abdomen.  Uncovered, his glans was shaped
something like a fire helmet, significantly reddened when he was aroused,
moist, meaty, somewhat larger than the straight shaft, with a large
urethra.  The testicles that nestled beneath his beautiful cock were almost
hairless, as was the length of his crack and perineum.  The nuts themselves
were large and heavy, hanging low in their soft sack between his legs and
swaying gently as he moved.

"Well now...about that inspection," he heard his voice saying in the
distance.  Swallowing, he coughed and found himself looking straight into
the eyes of one of the more beautiful sights his eyes had ever beheld, eyes
whose longing was scarcely second to his own.

Denny's mentor, shaken to his very core, was finally able to clear his
throat and regain working control of his senses.  "Young man, if you
accompany me out into the island with that white skin around your middle,
some of your vital assets will be fried within a half-hour!"  The youngster
giggled, saying that we couldn't have that.  "There should be a tube of
sunscreen on the bathroom sink.  Please bring it to me," Pat continued.
For the next few minutes, Pat strove to make sure that those areas of
Denny's skin which hadn't been protected during his recent assignments were
readied for the Island of the Sea Horses.  Oh, yes, the youngster squirmed,
and he wiggled and, on one occasion, even went a bit hard, but - were the
full truth known - he wasn't sure that he had ever experienced moments that
would be more treasured.  And Dr. Mahan?  As serious as was the outer face
he presented to Denny, on the inside he laughed - and squirmed, and wiggled
and, yes, went a bit hard.  Tossing the tube of sunscreen down on the
table, Pat finally rose and simply grunted, "Come."

For some hours, the two explored the little island, poking into every
hollow, climbing the only hill and looking out over the shimmering ocean
with an arm around the other's shoulders.  On the far side of the island,
they even swam for a bit in a sheltered cove.  Afterwards, they lay
together in the shade, Denny's head on Pat's chest.  Pat could not keep his
mind from returning to this spot some years ago when it had been his own
son whose hair spread out on his chest.  Ah, the vagaries of life...  'Shit
happens, Pat, shit happens,' he thought, 'but now you have another chance
to make a difference.  Don't blow it!'

Not everything that either of them wanted was accomplished during that
assignment.  Nevertheless, the boy grew, filling in experiences in his life
that genetics and chance had failed to provide. For three days, they lived
the lives of beachcombers.  Only on the fourth, did they begin to get ready
to return to "civilization."  Actually, Denny was banished from the house
for most of the afternoon.  When he sat down to a fine supper, however -
easily the best since they arrived - he knew something was up.  Indeed, it
was!  When the supper dishes were cleared, Pat carried in a birthday cake
with 17 candles flaring in the tropical breeze.  There was also an envelope
and a long, thin box wrapped rather amateurishly.  After he had blown out
the candles (in one puff) and finished an enormous portion of ice cream and
cake, he opened the birthday card and then the box that contained a cowrie
shell necklace.  Slowly, he inched his hand across the relatively small
table and laid it on top of Pat's.  "Thank you, sir," he said in a low
voice. "Love the necklace...  You probably won't believe me, but that was
the greatest birthday ever!"  Pat flipped his hand and held the boy's in
his palm.  Grinning affectionately, he lightly squeezed it before letting
go.

(Pleasures of the Flesh)

When he learned the details of his fourth assignment, the boy broke up.
Listening to the sounds emanating from the basement, Pat noted that there
would first be a period of disbelieving cackles, then a short period of
embarrassed giggling and, finally, sounds that suggested he just might be
jerking off!  Then, of course, it would start all over again!  Well,
modeling could have that effect on this age group.  Their hormones were at
their most raging, they were inordinately interested in their bodies, and
many would probably display them for free if not paid something!
Additionally, in their natural state, they were usually short on cash and,
therefore, open to ways to earn it.

At supper that night, of course, Denny tended to disparage the entire
industry, reminding Pat that he was an athlete and that his previous
assignments had included constructing wilderness roads and fighting forest
fires.  What in the world were they thinking, giving him a placement as a
model?  "That's a shame," Pat responded nonchalantly, ignoring the fact
that he had made the assignment.  "Why's that?" the teen asked, pricking up
his ears.  "Well," the good doctor continued, "your attitude has been your
strength.  I was hoping that we'd eventually go before the judge with
everyone saying that you're the absolute best.  What will happen if your
photographer finds out that you're totally disinterested?"  "Well...I'm not
exactly disinterested.  In fact, there are SOME parts of modeling that are
pretty interesting," Denny admitted speculatively.  "Good!" Pat exclaimed.
"That's my boy!  No matter what the job, show
 em how its done!"

The truth finally emerged that Denny had a good time in this placement -
not that he wanted to talk about everything.  Oh, sure, he talked about his
clothes modeling and even about the bicycle ads, but there was more.  It
seems that the original photographer with whom Baylor Associates had a
contract was having some business problems.  When one of his friends said
he wanted to take some nudes, he farmed Denny out!  In truth, nothing
horrible went on, at least according to the original photographer from whom
Pat got the full story later on.  (Pat insisted on receiving a complete set
of the pictures on pain of not paying any part of the assignment fee.)

Obviously, the new photographer was quite competent technically, anything
but a charlatan.  Not knowing that the lad had recently returned from the
Caribbean - and one of Pat Mahan's "Personal Assistant" assignments, at
that - he immediately tried to put him at ease when he arrived at the
studio.  That is, after the social amenities, he suggested that Denny take
a shower.  He had noticed that the first time American newbies were told to
"strip" could be traumatic.  As taken with the young man's physical
perfection as Pat had been, he was delighted, therefore, when Denny stepped
out of the shower and calmly reached for a towel.  This would be a photo
shoot to remember!  Quickly, he commanded the boy to hold up, that he
wanted to take a few photos when his skin was still wet.  And so it
went...a nice set of solo shots before he was through.  Oh, yes, he was
able to get Denny to show his prowess with the crosse or netted stick.
"What a body!" he mumbled to himself as he snapped picture after picture,
catching the athletic lad in midair more than once.

The photographer quickly realized that Denny was considerably more
comfortable with his naked body than were most young men.  Asking his model
if he minded having others involved in the final pictures, he couldn't
believe his good fortune when Denny grinned and said, "No problem, sir!
Happy to help you out in any way that I can."  For the scene, he selected
large cushions covered in a luminous material, piling the ones in the rear
somewhat higher than those in front.  Lightly oiled, Denny was allowed to
comfortably arrange himself on the pillows like an Oriental potentate.  His
first "assistant" was an absolutely lovely young woman who proceeded to
feed Denny grapes in the most sensual manner imaginable - before, that is,
she turned her full attentions to his body.  Close-ups showed the passion
in their eyes and the plumping of his equipment.

The photographer's second assistant was an exceedingly handsome young man.
Though it didn't hold grapes, his finger played provocatively with the
boy's lips, creating some magnificently sexy photos.  As he began to make
love to Denny, however, his model responded far more energetically - and
passionately - than the photographer had ever expected.  Moans and groans
filled the loft until Denny screamed in a powerful orgasm brought about by
the assistant's lips.

Pat was still never quite sure how the photographer got the teen to pose in
the nude, fully erect and dripping precum, but the picture clearly proved
he did.  In any case, Denny came home with a smirk on his face and $100.00
in his pocket.  Whenever he was questioned about that shoot, he would
always grin and say, "W-e-l-I, I gave it everything I had!"


To Be Continued